User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-7207319-20140610201540

Prologue
A blissful day was passing in Redwall Abbey...somewhere, the birds were singing, and the bees were buzzing, blah blah blah, blah blah.

That evening, while all were in bed, Abbess Nortrena arose for her nightly walk around the grounds. She took in the cool air, the soft breeze, and blah blah blah.

So entranced was she that the squirrel did not detect the long, wiry stoat behind her until it was too late.

The Next Morning....
Roan Greyleaf chuckles merrily as he skips gaily along the path toward Redwall Abbey. What better place for food, songs, games, dances and more food?, he muses as he hitches up the pack and bedroll on his back and continues down the Path, whistlign as he goes.